Angron looked at the battlefield from a bird-eye's view. The loyalists were now converging upon the portals, quickly overrunning most opposition.
Damn. He'll have to lead them personally now.
As much as Angron wanted to dive into the fray and kill as many of the damn loyalists as possible, he wasn't as insensible as most people thought him out to be. Those portals go down, they can all forget about living. And being dead..... well.... no more blood for the blood god.
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He never actually fought Blood Father's personally before, only heard tales about them from the Emperor. But boy.... they are annoying as hell.
Dangerous though? To a primarch? Never.
Dorn gave an annoyed snort once again as the Blood Father teleported out of harm from the bolter fire, closing the distance between them and the devastators.
Dorn never met an even more annoying enemy. Running to the front lines, he gave the order for his devastators to stop firing. He would handle this one himself.
The dozen or so Blood Fathers, using whatever foul magic at their disposal, quickly teleported in front of him all menacing him with their weapons.
Never feeling as much as an ounce of fear, the primarch swung his blade, decapitating the closest khornate.
Slightly harder than those idiots who only screamed "Maim! Kill! Burn!" It would only take a few moments for him to kill all of them. Their abilities aided them not.
A temporary setback, but it was now time to get back on track and destroy those foul portals.
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"Alright girls! Quickly, we have to get to the portals!"
"On it! Why don't we split up?"
"What? Why?"
"Because.... well.... in case something goes bade.... we don't ALL die......"
"What do you mean?"
"You see, we can stick with them space marine guys. But what if.... we're with them and we all get killed one way or the other? If we all split up, all of us dying at once.... that chance lessens...... I dunno.... should we split up?"
"They'll be trying to kill us..... they know we are the only ones who can close that darn thing..... so.... maybe.... if one of us falls.... at least the rest of us will be safe."
"I don't think that will be necessary......" Twilight said looking down from the mountain.
"Why?"
"Let's just follow that......"
And right down the mountain, was the largest thing any of them saw. Standing 150 meters tall and bristling with weapons, was an Emperor-Class Titan. Marching towards it's targets.
The portals to the warp.
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From inside a Emperor-class Titan, The Emperor of mankind stood on the bridge as they walked within firing range of the portals.
"Target locked. Ready to fire."
"Destroy them!" The Emperor ordered. In just a few moments, the full might of the Titan was unleashed upon the chaos portals and the many thousands of chaos space marines and daemons that stood by them.
Yet one still stood. The final portal to the damned immaterium, protected by some unholy barrier still stood. It would be easy prey as of now, the many thousands of chaos space marines and daemons had all been consumed by one massive ball of fire.
But just as the Emperor gave his orders to attack, Angron landed right in front of the portal, barring it's path. Only to make matters worse, out of nowhere, did many thousands more of chaos space marines and daemons pour forth. Bloodthirsters within their ranks.
"We're done here." The Emperor said. "I'll take care of this personally."
He opened a hatch. And jumped out, all the entire 150 meters. Landing with a great thud.
"Milord....." A Blood Father said to Angron. "The loyalists are everywhere!"
"Then shoot everywhere whelp!" Angron said kicking the Blood Father into a mob of loyalists, knocking them over like pins at the bowling alley. He turned back to face the armies of his father.
"Warriors of Khorne, ATTACK!"
Nothing.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! WARRIORS OF KHORNE, ATTACK!"
Still nothing.
Angron for a second wondered what the hell was up. Only then did he look up, to see The Emperor, standing right on a ledge looking down upon them, surrounded by his army.
"You're time is up Angron." The Emperor said. "All of you."
That threat.... most of the chaos space marines and daemons had heard many times over. Though this time, the good portion of them pissed themselves from fear. Many of them weren't afraid of a "dead god" "corpse-emperor" or "dead-emperor" but.... the fact that he was alive and well.... that was pretty scary.
But Angron wasn't so easily scared. And as loud as he can, he roared. The roar... like the sound of khorne's rage made into manifest.
"ATTACK!"
The armies of khorne once again returned into their berserk state and began to rush the loyalists with their beserk primarch leading the charge.
And that was all Draigo needed, seeing Angron alone. What was only better was that Angron charged a path straight into the heart of the loyalist formation. Even if he lost, he knew that he'd probably be safe.
Seizing this golden opportunity, Draigo bounded for Angron while he was busy tearing apart some unfortunate squad.
And for Dorn, the fact that the traitors were now without their greatest warrior meant they'd be easy prey. He decided to maybe test how far his power could go.
Step 1: Punch a Bloodthirster in the chest.
Step 2: Watch it sail all the way back into the portal and share a good laugh.
Step 3: Watch some of the most bloodthirsty warriors in the galaxy piss themselves in fear. Share another good laugh.
Step 4:????
Step 5: Profit!